Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-08-26

Sie"N mus, even 10 the shameful end
Do you remember Henri. Suzaun,sr, an
peallng abruptly to her sister Suzann.
started and turned pale. Rernemb.r
Henri: Would she ever forget hims
Yes, she answered, Il remember
him. ''''
"lle died, continued Marguerite. be,
fore was l5-ycS. before was II How
sp"lIet | was, How determined To have
my own way But never mind that nov.
let us return 10 Henri You remember.
d" you not. the first time he cames Ii
was To bring Us news Of father. saw
nm dismount from his horse. lie was 81
handsome, :" noble looking! waited in
= 'he corner OF the salon all the time he was
talking. Children are So strange. 50 ter
Iiblc. she nurnUred, in tones Of agony
Alter this he came aImost every day. |
watched him always. always was far
more artful than YOU knew, nv siStor. for
thought only of him, and, child as was,
] loved him
Nv hen they told me he was going 10
marry you it was blow-a blow So ter
rlble that night after night | spent he
hours IN crying that should have been
given 10 sleep. You remember Suzanne.
that every morning after breakfast Henri
""uld come 10 spend the day with US and
that frequently You made for him a plate
Ct those little cakes of which he was so
eXtravagantly fond-l can see him eating
thum now, and afterward drinking a rlasa
of wine.
AS the day for your marriage ap-
preached, how Jealous | became-how
terribly, cruelty jealous, At lust, about a
fortnight before the wedding day. think
i must have lost my SENSES. He shall
never marry, l said 10 myself; above all,
lac shall never marry suzanne
'One evening, day or two before the
time fixed by rne contract. you were walk.
ing together in the moonlight before the
chateau. and Henri took you in his arms
and embraced you, holding you To his
heart So long. so tenderly. All. well |
saw you: | was there, hidden in
the bushes. and | was seized with a
fierce rage. No. | said to myself; he
shall never marry. neither suzanne my
sister, nor any one else. | should he too
miserable and suddenly began TO hate
him-tO hate him with a terrible hate
Once continued Marguerite, draw
ing her breath in short, quick gasps. Il
had seen the gardener preparing what he
came about the chateau at night and dam
aged his plants. They We're simply little
balls of meat, mixed with glass, the irag-
nleuts of an old bottle pulyerized to a
powder.
Il. too, had an old bottle that came
from the druggists, and. crushing i; with
a hammer, | concealed the glittering par
ticles in the pocket of my dress
.s'Ih, i.N ,.-h. 10
usual Henri's little plate of cakes. man
aged, without your seeing me. to break
them open and sprinkle them with the
pounded glass. Henri ate several Of
them: ate one; the rest | threw away.
/, though always suffering, escaped with
my life. Henri died
"Ah. my sister. my sister how | have
suffered! What agonieS of pain. what
tormcnts of remorse, But will never
leave suzanne | said TO myself L will
wait on her, will love her. and on my
dying bed Will tell her all This mo-
ment has been always before me Morn
ING and night have thought Of the time
when must tell you this terrible secret
of the time. when dead. | would have to
meet him. Pardon ine, Suzanne. pardon
me. hescech you. Beg her. Mons ls
c@nu't. dare not die without it,"
Marguerite WIS silent: She could sneak
no more, but lay with her eyes upon her
sisters face. the wasted fingers picking
and scratching 1T the sheets.
suzanne did not move. like figure Of
stone she sat with her head bowed upon
her breast: the face of the man she loved. .
the happy days that might have been
spent with him, rising before he. in sad
review And these memories of the cher (
ished dead. how they tore her tortured
heart
Suddenly the Old cure started TO his 7
feet. Mile. Suzanne" said he in n voice
strong and vibrating. your sister is
dying, is she tn - without the mercy
which God himself has not refused herr
For moment Suzanne hesitated: then .
throwing herself upon her knees beside .
the couch of Marguerite. she clasped her .
in her arms, murmuring between passion |
ate kisses:
II pardon thee, my little one; with all .
my heart | pardon thee"'-Trarslatet for .
The Cincinnati Enquirer from the French .
Of Guy de Maupassant by f. c. Wag.
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